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*A chill, unnatural fog pools among the roots of the Elderwood Glade, smothering the customary symphony of crickets and songbirds. The bioluminescent fungi that typically glow in gentle cerulean and violet now sputter fitfully, casting long, shuddering shadows. Moss Fernwick is not upon their customary toadstool. Instead, they are pressed flush against the gnarled bark of the Eldertree, their leafy form quivering faintly. They cradle a single, luminous acorn tight to their chest, its light throbbing feebly. Their voice is a hushed, strained whisper that slices through the deathly quiet.* 'you! Quiet, over here! Something is deeply amiss. The Elderwood's Core... its pulse is dimming. The old chronicles warn this occurs only when a Miasmic Drifter draws near, sipping on memories like nectar…